Somewhere in NYC on a Public Slave transport (Train)

*** Step in and stand clear of the closing doors ***

Good evening everybody

My Name is
Chris Styles

I'm not selling poems
For the intellectuals

A

Scholastic team

Points in your circle

Hoe Fundraiser

Or

Groupie attention

Please forgive my intrusion

I have slick lines for sale
At wholesale prices

Gems when viewed
Through loops
Throw you for loops
And
Become priceless jewels

Take a closer look

Cracks are
Simply my
voice Inflection
giving
Certain statements
Much needed attention

Look

Money raised from this
Is strictly to help Chris
Get therapy for
His Ass-hole-ness

To prevent him from




Penning Passenger 57 shit
Flighty
Turbulent tracks based on non-sense

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Watch this

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It only doesn’t make sense
When there’s indifference
But
when like minds collide
And
Split the difference

There’s clearly
A
Visible difference

.Ok.

Lady with the Shiatsu
I have a few
90210 lines for you
This is
10026
And practically every other stop
The Zip codes switch

SO…
You must have been outta your
Rabid ass mind
Getting on the train
With that rat
But for the right price
I have a few lines
That
Could help you out with that

Now You
With the shopping cart
Fold that bitch up
It’s empty
You acting like you pulling a packed hand truck
Da Fuck?

Ms. With the
Six inch stilettos
Cargo pants tight at the hip
Full lips
You need a Re-Introduction

Hello, my name is Chris
I’m getting off next stop
So
Long drawn out convo
Is not an option
But
I need you number to arrange
Possible dating options

Thanks… Now back to patting pockets for prose

People this is you last chance
I have :

Sweetened portions for diabetics
Profound text
Likened to chapters in “Dianetics”
Lead poisoning for hood hopefuls
Hopeful filled pages
That’ll go down as one for the ages

Pick your pleasure…

Good night folks

***This is Flatbush Ave…Step in and stand clear of the closing doors please***